“You wanna get out of here?”

“How about we get out of here and give the kids some time to get to know each other?” you suggest.

Deanna looks at Clarice and Jimmy and smiles. “I think they’d probably appreciate that. What do you have in mind? I promised I wouldn’t let little brother out of my sight.”

“How about a little drive? We can go up to Vista Point. It’s a beautiful night, and it will be much more conducive to conversation than this noisy place.”

“So it’s conversation you’re after?” asks Deanna, mischievously.

“Something like that,” you answer, with a grin.

Ten minutes later, the four of you are driving toward Vista Point. Clarice and Jimmy are in the back seat, and through the rearview mirror, you see them kissing each other repeatedly. You turn on the rear window defrost, as fog begins to form on the glass.

“I don’t think they’re getting a lot of ‘conversation’ in,” says Deanna, looking over her shoulder. “I have to admit, I’m happy for Jimmy, but it’s grossing me out a little to think about my little brother making out right behind me.”

“Would you rather they do it in front of you?” you ask.

“Don’t be silly. Imagine it was your brother back there!”

Deanna studies your face and says, “That thought doesn’t bother you, does it? Oh my gosh! Is that what it’s like, having a twin?”

You think of your sister and realize that being a twin has nothing to do with it, but you just shrug non-committally.

“Have you guys — you know — shared a girlfriend?” she asks.

You cast a sideways glance at her as you pull into a parking spot at Vista Point. “Well, we grew up sharing everything — shared clothes, taken baths together, same playpen.... So it just kinda became a natural thing to do when we started noticing girls.”

“And the more I get to know you, I’m guessing that started when you were about five?” she said with a laugh.

“What do you take me for?” you respond, trying your best to look offended. “I didn’t start doing threesomes until I was in third grade!”

Deanna studies you for a moment before deciding you are messing with her, and she gives you a playful punch on the shoulder.

A low moan comes from the backseat, and the two of you turn around and see your prom dates entangled in each other’s arms. You turn off the motor and crack the windows slightly.

“Do you actually need to keep your eyes on your brother, or would it be ok for us to just watch the car? There’s a park bench right over that way.”

Deanna looks grateful. “Let’s go for the bench. You might be comfortable seeing your brother making out, but I’m not a twin.”

You reach into your shirt pocket and pull out a condom. You tap Jimmy on the arm to get his attention and pass the small package into his hand. He looks at it with surprise, and when he looks back at you, you give him a wink and a thumbs up.

Jimmy resumes locking lips with Clarice. Deanna makes a point of not looking and hurriedly steps away from the car. You tell the young lovers where you are going, but you doubt if they heard you. Taking Deanna by the hand, you lead her to the park bench. It is secluded and dark, but it still allows a good view of the car. You notice that despite leaving the windows cracked, they are fogging up with remarkable speed.

“How is it that you know about this spot?” asks Deanna. “I’ve been here many times, and I didn’t know there was a park bench here.”

You smile as you remember the night you found the bench. You brought Vanessa up to Vista Point, and her penchant for public sex drove the two of you out of your car. You look at the spot where Deanna sits and reflect that the last time you were here, your bare ass was sitting there, and Vanessa was sitting on you, reverse cowboy style, screaming through yet another powerful orgasm.

“I just have an eye for detail,” you answer, as you lean toward Deanna for a kiss.

She smiles and willingly responds. You put your arm around her and trace her lower lip with your tongue. Deanna stops and says, “This is a little awkward with this dress — I don’t want to tear the straps.” With that, she turns and lifts one leg over you, straddling your waist, and looking down at you. “There. That’s much better.”

You agree as you resume kissing her. Your hands move down to her hips, partly to steady her and prevent her from falling, and partly to encourage the steady back and forth grinding motion she is making against your crotch.

Deanna sits up and stretches her back, thrusting her covered breasts into your face. With one hand you grab at them, and you bury your face in them.

You look up and see Deanna smiling down at you. “This night is proving to be more fun than I anticipated,” she says.